Sunday, February 15, 2004
From Ay to Bee (lyrics by Camouflage 1988, album Voices & Images)
The lonely day I've met you
Has changed my world
I can't exist without your smile
You pushed me up
You filled my days
You realize the right things
Which can help me everywhere.
Visions have incensed and destroyed
My mind
Voices would only explain
I have restricted the feelings
Of shame
But we can't
Put back the time
I just like this song! Camouflage is a 80's group that came from Germany. They're lyrics are quite deep (to me at least), but sometimes they use German grammar. That makes it even cooler. Too bad I don't hear much about them anymore. They really are great group.
The lonely day I've met you
Has changed my world
I can't exist without your smile
You pushed me up
You filled my days
You realize the right things
Which can help me everywhere.
Visions have incensed and destroyed
My mind
Voices would only explain
I have restricted the feelings
Of shame
But we can't
Put back the time
I just like this song! Camouflage is a 80's group that came from Germany. They're lyrics are quite deep (to me at least), but sometimes they use German grammar. That makes it even cooler. Too bad I don't hear much about them anymore. They really are great group.
Sunday, February 08, 2004
Smiling at the Village people
(Odie -- 8 February 2004)
Once again another day
The sun was shining.
heading for the subway,
with a book in hand
my back to the door
moving was the painted land.
Looking at the pages
dreaming of food
I stared into the leaf, pretending
That the page was good.
But why the sham?
Reading was not the goal.
For don’t you understand
the danger of eye contact on the metro?
ok, its a mischevious poem. but, of course there is a reason for it. he he he. for those of you who do not know what moving painted lands mean... in montreal every metro station is designed differently. some have drawings or paintings on it. i gues the one i'm referring to is the one at snowdon, where flowers are painted along the walls. its like a moving land when the metro starts to move. hehe
(Odie -- 8 February 2004)
Once again another day
The sun was shining.
heading for the subway,
with a book in hand
my back to the door
moving was the painted land.
Looking at the pages
dreaming of food
I stared into the leaf, pretending
That the page was good.
But why the sham?
Reading was not the goal.
For don’t you understand
the danger of eye contact on the metro?
ok, its a mischevious poem. but, of course there is a reason for it. he he he. for those of you who do not know what moving painted lands mean... in montreal every metro station is designed differently. some have drawings or paintings on it. i gues the one i'm referring to is the one at snowdon, where flowers are painted along the walls. its like a moving land when the metro starts to move. hehe
